but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Style

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

yeah


your feed looks like my tumblr

barren land

propensity within someone

what do you mean

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

god being the centre magnet

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

kind of mythopoesis

i was tempted to lie about my name